Lord, you have placed within the human heart a flame that no created thing can quench. It is your own longing echoing within us, the Spirit’s sigh too deep for words. I feel this fire rising even as I fall into weakness and distraction, a quiet summons to return to you again and again, until every thought, every breath, every act becomes a hymn of love.
Let your psalms be written upon my heart, not as mere memory, but as living truth, shaping the movements of mind and will. May your Word become the rhythm of my being, its cadence guiding me from waking to sleep, from labor to prayer, from sorrow to joy. Let there be no moment when your light does not pierce the shadows within me.
You who are mercy without measure, grace beyond imagining, draw me out of the noise and vanity of the world. Let my work, my words, my smallest acts bear the fragrance of your presence. Teach me to labor without clinging, to serve without seeking reward, to see in every moment the imprint of your providence.
Lift me from distraction, O Lord, and gather my scattered heart into one flame. Let purity of heart be your dwelling place. Let every impurity burn away in the fire of your Spirit, until I stand transparent before you; poor, silent, emptied of self, but filled with your radiance.
Let your Spirit cry out from my depths, stronger than any passion or fear, until your Name becomes my breath, your love my only desire. Consume me, O Fire of the living God, not to destroy, but to transfigure. Make me your temple. Make me all flame.
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